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Rommel lowered his head even more, as if he had lost the momentum of the people on the battlefield, "His Highness' safety is above all else, Roland's strength will probably have to sacrifice the whole ambush team before he can be killed. If that's the case, then His Highness will have to stay alone among the beasts, and your subordinate won't be able to rest at ease, if anything happens to Your Highness, your subordinate will die for sure!" Karov sighed. "Oh, loyalty! Sometimes it was wrong. Alright, I will only grumble a little, don't take it to heart. Immediately organize some people. This time, if you personally make a move, you must get Roland's head back. Only then will This King feel at ease! "

Just as he was speaking, there was suddenly a clamor from outside the camp, followed by a loud voice shouting, "Orders from the beast kings! Someone from Klein infiltrated War God City and caused chaos. He ordered all the tiger warriors to put on their armor and go into the city to capture some spies, and kill those who disobey his orders! " Not long later, a young tiger warrior entered the tent. He was the eldest son of Tiger leader Taigel, and he said to Karov, "Crown Prince, my father was summoned to the temple by the High Priest an hour ago. Now, the King of Beasts has given such an order, what do you think?"

The Crown Prince frowned: "There's no reason for Klein's people to cause trouble in the City of Wargods? "Could it be …" They looked at each other and exclaimed at the same time, "This is bad! Something had happened! The beast kings had made their move ahead of time! Junior Clan Leader, quick! Concentrate the forces of the tiger tribe and quickly break through. Otherwise, it will be too late! "

A loud laugh suddenly rang out, "It's already too late!" Rommel's eyes narrowed, he pulled down his spear, blocked the attack, and with a loud bang, a large tent collapsed, revealing the scene outside. At this moment, the entire Tiger Camp was in a state of chaos, a large number of Lion People and Tauren warriors rushed in, and faced the unarmed Tigers, directly cutting them down, the scene was extremely chaotic!

The Crown Prince turned pale. He had never thought that the beast kings would actually dare to take the risk of splitting their tribe into two, brazenly sending troops to kill the Tigers! This was something he had always been worried about, but now it had finally become a reality. The Crown Prince calmed himself down and saw three warriors standing in front of him. Two of them were tall Tauren generals, one of them holding a warhammer in his right hand and the other a totemic weapon in his left. The smaller one held the warhammer with both of his hands, looking at the tiger clan leader with an eager gaze. However, his gaze was immediately attracted by another person, this person was dressed in a golden armor, his head was shaped like a dragon, and his face could not be seen. In his hand was a long staff, which had a dragon coiling around it, exuding an indescribably majestic and mighty aura.

That person was precisely Werther. He smiled and said, "That's right." I never thought that my lowly name would be known by His Highness the crown prince. Karov laughed, "Young Master Werther's fame has already spread throughout the entire Grace Mainland, how could I not know of it? The person Nicholas thought highly of would definitely be a holy person in the future. It's just that this little king doesn't understand why such a young man who's rarely seen helps the beast race that has a deep enmity with humans. I wonder if Young Master Werther can answer this little king's question? " After saying that, he winked at Rommel. Rommel understood and used a secret signal to contact his subordinates, the knights and mages.

Werther smiled and asked back, "If I help the Beastmen, then does that mean that the Crown Prince is hiding in the army camp of the Tigers and listening to the song about whoring?" Is Lord Rommel looking for your men? "No need to trouble yourself. They are currently being entertained by my subordinates, and they are indebted to your hospitality in the desert. Today, I must properly return the favor."

Prince Karov laughed, "Sir Werther, I just don't understand why the beast kings have been waiting for you to come and send troops. Could it be that you think your strength is enough to deal with all of us? " Werther smiled. "I'm sorry, but I've never been interested in politics. If you want to know the answer, you might as well let me tie you up. Ask the King of Beasts yourself when you see him."

Karov sneered, "So you mean Master Werther is determined to take this king down even if we have a good relationship with each other?" Passat, who was at the side, was already getting impatient from waiting. He cried out and jumped out, brandishing his huge warhammer, smashing it towards the tiger clan's junior family head, cursing: "Wretched, are you going to fight or not? I can't wait any longer! " As soon as he made his move, there was a chain reaction. The tiger clan's junior family head was not to be outdone. He loudly cursed, "Passat, you're courting death!" He brandished a large Zhanmadao to meet the blow.

Next to him, Rommel straightened his spear and spewed out surging battle-qi, pressing it down toward Werther. However, halfway through, the Ox-head clan leader used a huge warhammer to receive it, and Werther struck out with his staff, saying with a smile, "Your Highness, let's have fun together!" Without fear, a huge broadsword suddenly appeared in Karov's hand. The sword contained a raging burning golden qi. With a light wave, it cut through the air, shook the space, and clashed with the coiling dragon stick! The moment the two touched, they separated. Werther's palm was actually somewhat numb. These were the only times he had met someone who was not a match for the Sword Saint, but he was able to contend against him in terms of strength.

The crown prince was also very surprised, "Since I was young, my body was nurtured and refined using the blood of Saint-rank dragons, and my father's battle qi to help me digest it, becoming one with my own bloodline. Finally, he even refined the secret manual of our Kaiser Empire's royal family, the 'Mighty Heaven Battle Mantra'. Although I did not advance to become a Sword Saint, my fighting spirit has already been refined to an abnormal level, I am only missing an opportunity to become a Saint.

The broadsword drew a few curves in the air as it slashed out three times consecutively, displaying an exquisite sword technique. Werther was very excited. Ever since he had come to this world, all the battle qi experts he had met were on stable, heavy, and powerful paths, and there were very few exquisite uses of martial arts skills. This crown prince clearly belonged to the category of heavyweight and heavyweight martial skills, and the swordsmanship of Kaiser's royal family was very exquisite, almost not inferior to the swordsmanship he knew from his previous life. The more Werther fought, the more excited he became. The coiling dragon staff in his hand continued to perform techniques such as blocking, sealing, chopping, kicking and smashing, as well as other techniques.

The King of Beasts had already made up his mind this time to use his iron-blooded wrist to integrate with the inner parts of the Beast Race. He first had to eliminate the two obstacles, the tiger wolf and tiger cub, and by the order of the High Priest, he summoned the leaders of the two tribes to the War God Shrine, and secretly plotted against them with an ambush. Even though the Tiger and Wolf Patriarchs had the skills of Sword Saints, the beast kings were already prepared. With their peak Sword Saints' strength, they could not avoid the fate of falling into prison. At the same time, he also ordered the Tauren Chieftain to lead Werther's men to the Tiger Camp to attack the Tiger camp and completely destroy this force that threatened the unity of the Beastmen!

After battling for so long, no matter how much Prince Kaiser changed his techniques, he was still unable to do anything about it. He could only use the fighting spirit of a boxing god to win, but seeing that the situation was not favorable to him, he decided to immediately think of a plan to escape. At this time, the cavalry and mages under his command broke through the encirclement of dozens of people, among them the cavalry captain, each of them rushing forward to kill, desperately protecting the crown prince inside, Werther did not want to risk his life, this was the main force of the Beast Race, he was only helping, there was no need for him to compensate for the Beast Race's strength.

Although killing the crown prince of the Kaiser Empire in the chaos was a very tempting contribution, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could handle it on his own. This minotaur chief, when leaving, must have been ordered by the King of Beasts to only weaken the power of the Tigers, but he had let Prince Kaiser go. With the death of Karov, the Kaiser Empire was in chaos, and Klein could take the opportunity to rise again. Although the Tauren Chieftain and Rommel were engaged in an intense battle, both sides had yet to unleash their own fist intent. One could tell from this.

Old Tom took advantage of the chaos to come to Werther's side. His entire body was also covered in blood. He said in a low voice, "Young Master Werther, seventeen of us died. But we left behind all the mages and more than a hundred Kaiser cavalrymen." "Only the more than 20 people with Karov are left!" Werther also said in a low voice, "Well done!" Now listen, and take the rest of the men back to Klein! This is an order! You are not allowed to disobey, quickly leave! "

Old Tom's lips moved, and he finally said nothing. He only said, "Young Master Werther, take care!" He brought his men and left War God City in the chaos. Right now, the beast race was in a precarious situation. Although the upper echelons of the tiger and wolf races were destroyed, the soldiers below would not fight back. The beast kings still needed to kill a large number of people in order to stabilize the situation. As for himself, as well as the gift the High Priest had promised, he had not taken it. How could he leave so easily?